Bittersweet Day

Last Wednesday did not seem so difficult when little flower left to head back to work and the convention she had to attend. Part of the reason for that was we had arranged for her to swing back through my part of town before going home so we would have a little more time together.

I had gone to sleep excruciatingly late even for me so when I heard the phone rousing me from a deep slumber it took a few minutes for me to shake off the sleep that had enveloped me. Hearing her voice it didn’t take long for me to awaken and soon we were talking as she told me her plan and I picked out a dress I wanted her to wear for me. She bought it earlier in the week while we were out and hadn’t gotten to wear it yet other then trying it on.

Once she told me her how long it would take for her to get to where we were meeting I knew I had some time as traffic is light in Sunday mornings.

Since the morning was clear and no sign of rain I decided to brush off the dust bunnies from the motorcycle and ride. The weather here for quite some time has not been very favorable for riding with all the rain we have been getting. The morning turned out to be wonderful for riding and I enjoyed the cool morning air as I rode to meet my little flower.

When I arrived at the restaurant we agreed to meet at she was already there. When I walked in I saw her from across the room immediately and made my way to her. She saw me at about the same time and her face lit up with a smile that dimmed any lights in the room.

I took her into my arms and held her kissing her not caring who saw and what they thought. I breathed in her sweet scent that has become so familiar to me over the time we have known one another.

We ordered breakfast and talked, laughed, chatted, held hands. Yes I teased her as well, my hand brushing up along her thigh, inching the fabric of her sundress up so my fingers stroked the silky soft skin of her inner thigh.

We lingered long after finishing our breakfast in an effort to still the marching hands of time and the inevitable parting that we knew would come.

Several cups of coffee for me and iced tea for her we knew that the time had come and could put it off no longer.

We walked outside to where we were parked, once more I swept her up into my arms holding her tight to me, not wanting to let her go, my hand stroking her cheek. Her hair was done up in a pony tail, I would take in my hang and tug on as I kissed her lips. Even with just those light tugs on her hair I could feel the difference in her body, how she yielded against me, the soft moans from her lips, and yes even a few giggles.

She pouted and normally I would admonish her for doing so but this time I could not for I felt the weight of our parting heavily upon myself as well. The weight we felt was due to the fact of my job and this being a very very time of year for me it could well be the end of October before I could get some time off to go up and see her.

We talked for a few more minutes and came up with a tentative plan to get together over Labor Day weekend. A short time to say the least but it would bridge the gap between now and Oct.

As I pulled out of the parking lot after saying good-bye for the 3rd or 4th time little flower pulled out behind me. We pulled up to the light; me in the left hand turn lane, her in the right. The traffic light gave us no quarter as it turned almost immediately I gave her a quick wave and blew her one last kiss as we pulled out onto the road.

Traffic was still light and I pretty much had the road still to myself as I headed home.
As I rode though my soul felt restless, like the last place I wanted to be was home, an empty house. Instead of going straight I took a turn and just headed down the road.

Eventually I saw a sign for a nature preserve and I decided to turn in.
I’m glad I did.

When I got to the parking lot there was only one other car there, not many people want to be at a nature preserve this time of the year with the heat and constant threat of rain.

I walked the trails for some time listening to the sounds of the insects and the rustle of the trees in the breeze.

It helped; it calmed my soul and gave me time to think.

little flower and I have some things we have begun talking about regarding our careers and certain directions of our lives. Thus far it has been merely talk, ideas, brainstorming, etc.
I have encouraged her in certain ventures she had wanted to undertake but had not yet made the move. Although the steps taken thus far have been more of a learning experience and test some waters.

19 thoughts on “Bittersweet Day”

Sir,
It must be sooo hard to let her go when all you want to do is hold her and kiss her. I’m sure she feels the same, but it sounds like you both are making plans to be able to do that more often. I hope that the Labor day meeting works out for you both….October is a long way away!
Subrina <3

It is hard, yet there is now ground work being put in place to hopefully begin to bridge the gap. In the grand scheme of things it could be worse, we could be even further apart then a 6-7 hour drive.. At least my job allows for time when I need it, something to be said for all the time I have stored up.

I am glad you took such pains to make sure your GOOD BY was so special. I know how much that meant to her. That moment holds so much weight in a heart. Make sure that there is nothing missing in your time with her, especially now, after you have held her in your arms.

The worst thing I think ive ever done was to not give her the sending off that she deserves. It haunts me every day, things got so complicated and I paniced. I think I apologize for it daily. I cant wait for the chance to show her the proper See you later, never goodbye.I love your story. Thanks

It can be hard, there are such a mix of emotions in play at a time like that making it difficult to focus. In each situation all one can do is learn, grow and make each one after that better. You are correct, never good-bye….only another chapter waiting to be written.

Thank you Hy, I do care very deeply for her, she has become an integral part of my life. The funny thing about it is when her and I met neither one of us was looking for someone. It developed out of a budding friendship.